lovely ball

Something to be grateful for this holiday season--Gyr (my car) MIGHT be fixable. I'm going on my third week with the rented Ford Fusion (I hate it), so praying that they can actually fix Gyr.

My hip, however, remains a different story. The physical therapist believes that the impact of the car accident caused me to dislocate and then badly relocate my left hip. As a result, said hip does not want to stay properly located. I will probably be in pain forever, until the hip eventually gets so fecked up that it will need replacing. Yippee. On the bright side, I'll probably be able to get some extra money via lawsuit. 

But let's not dwell on that. Let's change the subject. 


Sometimes circumstances force you to lose access to something you really REALLY love. Like your satellite cable carrier deciding that you can no longer subscribe to just the one specific sports channel you want, now you must purchase a package that includes like 6 channels you'll never watch. 

And thus when I was about 15, I could no longer watch my football and rugby. 
(Proper football, not the pansified American version.)

We had no internet then, and even if we did, I doubt I would have found a way to keep up with watching my sports live. 

I was mental about football from like age 8 or 9. My team was always Tottenham Hotspur, because that was Dad's team, but to keep from being an outcast amongst my cousins, I accepted Manchester United as my alternate team. 

(Mum's side of the family was divided firmly between Man U and Liverpool.)

After starting to watch football and rugby with Dad about 2 years ago, I forgot how much I love it. He always found the games live on the internet, and we would occasionally watch matches on his laptop.

So then a few months ago I looked into finding an app or something I could get on the telly to watch Premier League games live, good quality live videos as opposed to the fuzzy and slow matches dad got on the laptop. 

NBC will allow you to purchase a "channel", without having to subscribe to the entire sports network. So I shelled out for a full year of access to English Premier League football. 

It took only a few weeks for me to get right back into the level of sports obsession I had in middle school. 

If I'm with dad, the conversation inevitably ends up with extensive discussions about football. As much as I value my weekend sleep (typically sleeping until 4PM), if there is a Tottenham match on at 7.30 AM, I will sleep on the sofa and set my alarm for 7. And you better believe I'll wake up to watch the match live. 

For Christmas, Santa* got me a Spurs jersey

with my fav player's number on it.

(I feel like I'm absurdly fat at the moment. Consumption of sedatives is at an all time high.)

All of this happened so quickly that the rest of the family is equal parts confused and annoyed. Dad is at the point where he has realized that the child of his dreams (previously a son who would become as enthusiastic about footie as he is) has been in front of him for years. Out of 5 children, only I ended up obsessed with football. 


The Premier League is taking over my life. 

Again.

(Except now I can't cover my walls in posters of football players because most of them are 10+ years younger than I am.)

My friends are equally confused by this sudden re-discovering of one of my favourite things. Except M, he remembers the days before I lost the foreign sports channel. 

Even at work--if there happens to be a weekday match, the office more or less comes to a standstill because YOU BETTER FECKING BELIEVE I'm watching that Tottenham match at noon on Tuesday. Bossman can't fire me, because he knows full well he cannot replace me with just one person.

I hope you all had wonderful holidays, no matter how or what you celebrate. <3 
































*Mum